The Air In Hiroshima

The air in Hiroshima is exploding,

As if it is no longer air,

Smoke so thick it seemed graspable,

Mushroom sky,

Carrying up fading prayers,

And final thoughts,

White ghosts floating with skeletal arms,

Wrestling with their shadows,

Refusing to accept the obvious demise,

The fading into nothingness,

Like the people did below.